Your Life is Great Because Homeless People Have to Eat Out of Trash Cans and You Don't

Money Saving Mom had a post today about being grateful for what you have and all of the comments on the post totally agreed that complaining is bad and that when you feel down you should always know that someone has it worse then you.

I do agree that people shouldn't go about their lives complaining about how horrible they have it but to me complaining sometimes isn't awful. I think complaining is good because it gets your frustration out instead of compartmentalizing it and then freaking out (for lack of a better term) later on when everything is built up in your head.

This is probably going to come off as cold hearted but I honestly don't think about others having it worse then me when I am having a bad day or if something bad happens to me. I find that to be somewhat pitying people and I don't pity people nor do I want people to pity me. When my life is turned upside down I deal with my feelings by being honest with myself about how I truly feel- I don't punch down my true feelings and tell myself that someone else has it worse than me so I don't deserve to complain. People have it worse than me and people have it better than me- what does it really matter to me? Should I feel better about my life because there are homeless people who don't have warm beds to sleep in- isn't that a little cold hearted in itself to get some personal satisfaction with my life because there are people who have to get their dinner from a garbage can? My feelings on how good or bad my life may be come from me, my view on the world and my feelings about life- not comparing myself to others.

So yeah, I complain about stuff. I have a very nice life but it is not perfect and venting makes me feel better- telling myself that I am lucky to be where I am because others don't have what I do is bullshit. Luck has nothing to do with where I am life right now because my life is what I make it.